$5.99 headphones over my ears. The black foam ear pads are brittle, dusting on the shoulder of a sad, confused, adolescent girl. I am laying on my back on a twin bed of our second floor apartment. … More Slippin’: My Tribute
Very easily who I was and wanted to become wasn’t important. I am not sure if I ever learned for it to be. I stayed in survival mode. All I knew is that I could not go back home to the Bronx. … More Toxic Workplace: Divergence
My value is often assumed, denied or ignored. As a forever student and researcher I realize the problem is not me. It is how limited my understanding was. I needed to adjust my understanding of myself, this world, the types of people in it, and the history of the systems in place. … More Toxic Workplace Aftershocks: Recommendations
Power
Phone light dark trees
From light speckles with tyrant blows
Free flowing
Card fester felling lowly
As lovers lead to their own demise … More An Untitled Poem
I pass him in the lobby on my way to the store. His smile is a missile that both stops and jump-starts my heart. He says what’s up. I try not to cheese. I wait till I pass him, and flippantly ask over my should, “You gonna be here for a min?” “Yeah, imma be right here.” … More Time, Rain and Concrete
Olivienne Spencer 